A friend told me yesterday that they lost their mobile (cell?) phone on the train and it really set me thinking. That has got to be my worst nightmare!
There are two places where my two worlds collide, i.e.: the sensible middle aged "mammy" and small town Irish neighbour/ friend or my alter ego: spanko and erotic writer. My phone and my computer. If either was to get into the wrong hands I'd lose my life, (well ok, maybe just a lot of face, but we Irish are known for our exaggeration)
Jaysus, the text messages between hubby and I alone are enough to get me locked up, I dunno how much of this is legal! It would set many a hair on end.
And worse, my Tara FB page, tells so much of the real me that I normally hide. And my private e-mail addresses.... it doesn't bear thinking about. Thank God I have an iPhone. Hubby heard on the radio that there was a deactivation code with it so if it gets lost I can make sure nobody can access it.Normally he's an even bigger technophobe than me and he shuts off with any mention of smart phones but for some strange reason he wrote down how I could find out my deactivation code...I knew there was a reason I still loved him after all these years! ; D